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Can we just take a moment to talk about how travel isn’t nearly as glamorous and as perfect as we can crop and filter it to seem? Don’t get me wrong, traveling the world brings me more joy and inspiration than just about anything. But I had to laugh when I came across this photo of the breathtaking lobby of our French Quarter hotel because I was suddenly hit with a memory I had almost forgotten.
Just days before snapping this, when we first arrived at the hotel, Jeremy and I were exhausted from the early drive to Chicago, flight to New Orleans, mad airport rush, and wild Uber ride that finally landed us at the check-in desk. We were early, so our room wasn’t ready, and having come from the chilly Midwest, we were way overdressed for the weather. I thought I had planned accordingly, by dressing in layers and tossing sandals at the top of my suitcase. Instead, I was fumbling so much we asked the staff for a moment with our bags before they checked them in and made our way to this gorgeous lobby, where I cursed and grunted as I tried to keep my balance while taking off my knee high socks from under my skinny jeans.
Jeremy suggested I lean on the nearby table for support and I huffed, “I can’t just casually lean on a million dollar marble table to take off my socks!” So, I sat on the marble floor instead and proceeded to remove them, only to realize that I did not, in fact, place my sandals at the top of my bag. I had to open the main compartment and dig through all of it, bras and undies in clear view of all the (by now very amused) dressed-to-the-nines, sophisticated ladies and gents lingering in the lobby, who sipped their infused waters and cocktails (which I really could have used myself by that point) as they glanced our way every few minutes.
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